Moby The Low Hum
Here I am alone in this empty room
No sign of living here
I hear the muffled conversation, of the neighbor, through the wall
A strangled light hangs on the window
But I can’t help myself, I’m in love with this isolation
The city shimmers, our life the low hum
And all that glitters may be gone
And the sun walks in the sky light,
In the spaces, when it starts
Raining in and slowly fall apart
Fall apart
Like a tourist in some strange hotel,
No time for worrying, my little safety, so I will live.
Here I am alone in this empty room
No sign of living here
I’ll be making conversation, in the spaces tonight
A strangled light hangs on the window
But I can’t help myself, I’m in love with this isolation.
